8 Hours

I used to talk real smart about handling heartbreak
Could write a book "Ten Ways To Get You Back To Your Feet"
I thought the recipe to find something worth living for
Was just a pinch of sun and a long nightly routine

And you'll be gone out of my system
I just have to blink three times
And your silhouette won't listen every time I start to cry
If I get eight hours I'll be good tomorrow
If I get eight hours this will all be over

All I needed was somebody, just a body
Someone to get over again
I even started smoking, took one hit
Now I'm afraid that I might be a stoner

You'll be gone out of my system
I just have to blink three times
And your silhouette won't listen every time I start to cry
If I get eight hours, I'll be good tomorrow
If I get eight hours this will all be over

Turns out I'm missing the point
When I wake up to your car parked down the street
And cry in the mirror
I know I made the right choice
But it doesn't change the fact that I'm lonely

And you'll be gone out of my system
I just have to blink three times
Cracked the code on to forget the one who taught me how to cry
It only took six months and eight hours
Oh
Oh
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